I Perish to Comfort such Sorrow

I perish to comfort such sorrow. She’s a breathless maze. Her
Eyes speak the dream. Her tears pray for justice. We dance
The paradox, flooded with faith. And such conflict, a gelid
Furnace. But depth the soul, subtle relief; and depth the soul,
A vase of flame. Thus the mystique, the texture of pain; and
Thus the grief, the texture of joy. Such mystic form, a
Sightless kiss; and such sightless love, a mystic prayer. Hence
The darkness, infused with light.

I perish to comfort such sorrow. She’s a breathless maze. Her
Soul groans to God. Her spirit wails, justice. We die for
Resurrection. And such faith, tinted in blood. Thus a sword,
Pierces the core; and thus a wound, the depth of dreams.
Such belief, a mystic river; and such belief, the shadow of
Death. Hence the anguish, a rooted affection.